A Certain Place and Time

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This rustic sunset. I always watch for this sitting on the ledge of our front porch. While making this piece I felt a lump in my throat. Oh how I miss this view, and the house I’m standing on watching it. The house was the fruit of our hard work. Memories then flood my brain. All are bittersweet and wonderful memories.

We were still newlyweds, renting a tiny pad just for the two of us. I remember the times we were busy with the paper works in getting the lot mortgage. We have not yet decided to build a house right away. Then I became with a child. Nine months is still enough time so we started building our dream home. It was just a simple, indigenous house just as long as we have enough room for our coming child to play around. We were very hands on, especially my husband who has to check and supervise the people working on it, on top of having a full time job. It was not easy, and more so building a house did not come cheap. Well to make it short, the universe conspired to make everything happen. I then gave birth and after a couple months we finally moved into our dream home.

That house witnessed a lot of ups, downs and in betweens in our family life. Our son blew his first birthday candle on that front porch with our loved ones. And his second, third, fourth and fifth birthday candles as well as his many developmental milestones. It was also where my husband and I got to know each other more; our petty quarrels and misunderstandings, as well as the lazy afternoons when we just lay cozily in our living room building our dreams and talking about anything under the sun. The house itself was our achievement; building it from scratch to becoming a place where we truly felt secure. The walls heard my son’s baby screams and my off-key singing of lullabies. The moments we spent together  pulling weeds and sweeping the fallen Water Apple leaves from the garden. It was a natural exercise. The roof was even a sanctuary for birds evident with the white droppings they leave behind on our windows. There were a number of fruit bearing plants in our yard. I really miss just plucking lime fruits for my morning drink. The house saw many celebrations, holidays and gatherings with family and friends.

But it also saw how painful physical separation looks like. The house witnessed the tears and heartbreak when my husband left to work in another country. It saw how I would become the sole caretaker of the house, and the people living in it. I learned how to replace the drain pipe, fix ceiling fans, spend a whole day clearing the weeds, among all else. Being self-reliant is one thing positive from what seems like a negative situation.  The house witnessed how I panicked when my son cut his bleeding forehead after bumping on our kitchen counter or when he has a high fever in the dead of the night without someone to call upon. It witnessed my frustrations, fears, as well as my high hopes and trying-to-be- strong moments. But all those came to pass; our family got reunited for good after our family visa got approved. I learned a lot from the three years of raising my son singlehandedly, with my husband’s and our families’ moral support.

Guess this is the point of my writing piece, I have found my inner place because of the physical place where I have slowly developed my character and resilience. Overall those were great memories I will never get tired of replaying in my mind. It was full of love, sacrifice, independence, and happiness, the plus outweighing the minus. Though we still own the house, we already moved to a new place where we are starting a new set of memories; an entirely different environment, climate and culture. It is something I have to devote another entry on.

My entry on this week’s Discover Challenge

Finding Your Place

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Looking Up and Beyond

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I relate Spring Time as a season of rebirth. Coming from a tropical country where we only know of two seasons, I am quite amazed at actually seeing trees and plants grow their leaves after months of being frozen in snow. And the clear blue sky was just calming and awesome. How wonderful is God’s creation.

This is my view one Sunday afternoon when we went to Wascana Park in Regina City. Hubs and I were lazily sprawled in the grass while little Joaqs just enjoyed himself and his bike.

My entry for Weekly Photo Challenge: Look Up

Health-Conscious, not!

As a response for the daily prompt Pour Some Sugar on Me, this is my take on the topic.

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My kind of sweet craving is a tropical fruit salad made with fruits found in my home country the Philippines. Everytime I go some place to eat out, I always look up in the menu if this kind of dessert is served. I remember some years ago a co-worker buddy and I would troop to a certain restaurant to eat our favorite rice topping dish and this bowl of heaven after our weekend badminton workout. I was never the health-conscious one, at least during my early 20’s,  since I can eat like a beast yet still have those to-die-for arms and waistline. That’s why I’m not worried about counting calories. Now, I must admit I’m getting older biologically, and I’m already watching my food intake, because it’s costly to get sick nowadays.

To go back to this bowl of heaven as I would like to call it, it is made up of an assortment of fresh fruits such as mango, avocado, papaya, watermelon and of course banana. These are arranged randomly, then topped with a cream and condense milk combined. No sugar added, they are already sweet  in itself. The presentation makes it more inviting. When I took this photo I was savoring the taste, and right now as I am typing I am reliving the taste of of it on my palate. Such a nice memory…

This is my Life

In response to the daily prompt:

This Is Your Life

As we journey in this life, part of it are the setbacks which more often than not, conditions our mind and feelings, and that makes us feel bad about ourselves. I for one,have encountered countless failures, be it trivial or a major life defining decision.Yet, there are times I felt my decisions were wrong. This is where the question comes in: would I want to know everything that will happen in my life, so as to avoid those blunders?

For me, it is a no. The element of surprise will not be there anymore. And its both a blessing and a curse, should I say. A curse, since we cannot avoid feeling fear, despair, anxiety. It can cause strained relationships, broken dreams, and lost self-confidence in the context of our human limitations. But it is a blessing, since I consider praying a form of communing with God, and in praying, it means entrusting all my hopes and desires to Him. I strongly believe in miracles, and have been a witness to it a number of times already. I call it Faith. Although there are times that something negative is imminent, still I turn to my faith in a strong hope that everything will turn out the best. A blessing, because in not knowing what will happen, we become submissive, and rely not on our human limits. SDC10059